Lady. Come this way, Aurelia, I can't bear to look at him.
[Exit with Aurelia.
Sir Luke. Nor I to think of him. [Exit.
Twi. If I have not settled my business in this family, I am mistaken—they seem to have but one mind about me.—Devilish clever fellow, egad!—I am the man to send into the world—such a volatile, good-looking scoundrel too! No one suspects me——to be sure I am under some few obligations to my friend for letting me into the different characters of the family—and yet I don't know whether I am obliged to him or not—for if he had not made me acquainted with them—I shou'd soon have had the skill to find them out myself.—No; I will not think myself under any obligation to him—it is devilish inconvenient for a gentleman to be under an obligation. [Exit.
SCENE II. The Palace. The Sultan discovered
with guards and officers attending.
Haswell is conducted in by an officer.
Sul. Sir, you are summoned to receive our thanks, for the troops restored to health by your kind prescriptions.—Ask a reward adequate to your services.
Has. Sultan—the reward I ask, is to preserve more of your people still.
Sul. How more? my subjects are in health—no contagion reigns amongst them.
Has. The prisoner is your subject—there misery—more contagious than disease, preys on the lives of hundreds—sentenced but to confinement, their doom is death.—Immured in damp and dreary vaults, they daily perish—and who can tell but that amongst the many hapless sufferers, there may be hearts, bent down with penitence to Heaven and you, for every slight offence—there may be some amongst the wretched multitude, even innocent victims.—Let me seek them out—let me save them, and you.
Sul. Amazement! retract your application—curb this weak pity; and receive our thanks.